Where You Write All Your Thoughts
Where You Dream Alone
Where You Hide Your Bliss Or In Your Crying Zone
Where You Feel So Lost
Where You Camouflage Your Fears
Where You Sing All Night To Get Rid Of Tears.

Where You Are Unheard
Where You Are Unseen
Where You Laugh And Cry And In Between

She’s A Mad Ass Fool
A Desperate Freak
She Waves A Flag Of Her Solid, Immovable Self
Not A Care In The World, Barely Crying—so Fragile, So Weak.

She’s Content, And Smiling, And Lucky,
She Ain’t What’s Going On In Her Head.
“it’s Alright, ” She Says.
And Whispers A Bleak: “i’m Better Off Dead”
Hers Is A Laughter Of Pure Ecstasy—

My Delusion
My Waste Of Time
My Full-Blown Wreckage
My Sumptuous Crime

My Purloined Zillion
My Winged Beast
My Touch Of Danger
My Spoiled Kiss

Love Is
What I Shed Tears For
What I Sing For When The Song’s Over
What I Hear When I Look At Him
What I See When I Hear His Voice
What I Believe In, Above All Lies
The Mere Answer To My Whys
What I Want When I Got Everything
What I’d Still Have When I Have Nothing

What I Live For
What I’d Die For
For With Love, My Love
We’re Not Impossible